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Twisted Wish

Chapter Six

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Louis

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…Land and sea may separate you,
But distance will never stop their love for you

Who’s voice was that? I’ve never heard it before. Weird, I must have been dreaming. I heard an infuriating noise blaring from the left side of me. A groan rumbled from my chest, which seemed a little higher than I remembered, but I ignored it. Quickly, I rolled over towards the noise and pounded every which way to stop it. But to no avail, I could not locate the source. Stretching out, I reached a bit farther, and tumbled to my doom. My face was planted on the hard wood floor.

I groaned some more. Then, something dawned on me. My room doesn’t have hard wood floor, instead it has carpet … very fluffy carpet. My eyes fluttered open and to my absolute horror, I was in a place completely unfamiliar to me. I slowly got up from my tumble, and a mess of curls attacked me. When has my hair ever been this long? What in the HELL is going on?

“Harry, what happened last night after we got back? You didn’t go home with some lass and take me along did you?” I grumbled, while pressing my hand against the side of my head. I had a throbbing headache… and it wasn’t just my near death experience.

Without a response from my flat mate, I let out a casual reminder, “You do know we have a premiere tomorrow, right??” I was rubbing the best I could to decrease this pain. It was like a ton of bricks. But times like fifteen hundred million.

I quickly voiced aloud, “BUT TOMORROW IS TODAY BECAUSE NOW YESTERDAY WAS YESTERDAY AND NOW IT’S TODAY BECAUSE TODAY IS THE PREMIERE!!” My eyes spot open in a panic.

Oh, shit! I have to perform in less than an hour!!

I ran to the bathroom and quickly started to shuffle through all the supplies that were available, moving items here and there.

“What is all this feminine shit?! This isn’t mine!!” I yelled, exasperated. I stopped from my panic driven flight and slowly looked into the mirror. A young girl of about seventeen was staring back at me. My jaw dropped. So did hers.

Oh. My. God. Who am I?

I heart and lungs stopped working. I struggled to breathe. My gasping breaths were short and sporadic. A soft voice rang from the hall.

“Bailee? Dear, are you up? I heard a lot of ruckus, is everything alright?”

My eyes widened. “Um, nothing... mom? Just getting ready for… uh, wherever I need to go?” I winced at my botched impromptu response to some mother I didn’t even know.

“Well, you do have work this morning sweet cheeks, did you forget?”
Sweet cheeks? …Wait, did I just hear WORK? Oh god, no.

“Oh yeah…” I feebly replied. “I just forgot. Now, when do I have to be there?”

A pause of silent was between us and it wasn’t the reassuring silent. “Are you alright, dear?” her voice came from the bedroom. I could catch a glance of the woman. She was roughly around thirty years old, her skin was a pale complexion, her eyes were a warm-hearted shade of blue, and her facial expression held concern.

“Yes, I am fine,” apparently I have an American accent, “It’s just I can’t remember exactly what time I have to go into work.”

The woman at the door, blinked rapidly before answering my question.

“I believe you start work in about two hours. You have plenty of time to eat, get dressed, and relax,” she replied, kindly.

“O-oh, all right,” I said, not making eye contact with her and myself through the mirror.

“Okay,” she stated, “If you need anything else. Just give me a holler.” There she left me and went down the hallway to God knows where.

I let out my breath. Wait, was I really holding my breath waiting for the woman, this girl’s mom, to reply? I ran my hands, or I should say ran the girl’s hands, over my face (her face). I glanced up at the mirror meeting a pair of hazel eyes with a ring of blue around the pupils. My heavily breathing seized as I gazed at this girl. Upon her cheeks were spots of freckles here and there, almost like someone splattered paint on her. I ran my fingertips over her pale complexion, similar to her mother’s, and over her nose. Her nose was a cute, small and had a curve going up. The girl’s hair was a dark brown colour, and curly beyond belief.

Is her hair naturally like this?

I pushed her hair behind her ears. It felt odd to have longer hair that goes down to the butt compared to my hair. While I pushed her hair back, I noticed something. This girl didn’t have her ears pierced. My eyebrows fuzzed together, displaying my look of confusion.

I thought all girls get their ears pierced … than again, I only hear that from my half-sisters. And they love earrings.

I smirked, as I stopped playing with her hair.

I might have to change that.

“Bailee!”

Almost falling on the ground from jumping in the air, I managed to answer back. “Yes?”

This girl’s name is Bailee. Okay.

“I forgot to tell you. Julian called earlier wanting to speak to you, but I told him you were still asleep and I could take a message. But, he declined and said he would tell you later at work. What happened, Bailee? Did something happen at his party?”

Party? Who is this Julian? Oh no. Is he, Bailee’s boyfriend?

“I don’t know, mom,” still sounded bizarre saying that word towards this stranger, “but I will tell you later once I remember.”

I thought I heard a gasp. “Bailee, did you drink at his party?”

“No,” I replied, but it was more like a question. At least on my side of it, because I’m sure she couldn’t hear my question mark from where she was standing.

“Okay,” she yelled, since she was downstairs, “I was just checking. For a moment, I thought my daughter did something illegal.” Then, she chuckled and went about her business.

My daughter did something illegal? Does she mean, Bailee isn’t a rule breaker?

I shook my head, which caused my hair to swish from side to side. Later, I will check around her room to see if I will get any clues about her personality. Or at least, I’m hoping I will find something useful. A groan escaped my lips; I leaned forward over the sink to get a better look for a toothbrush. I need to get going or I was going to be late …

“Damn it!” I hissed under my breath. No luck, I couldn’t find the blasted toothbrush. However, there was a Listerine bottle on the corner of the sink. I scooped it up, quickly and chugged it into my mouth without drinking it, of course. I spat it back out. There I hope that counted for “brushing” my teeth … if not, I will the toothbrush later. Man, I already have a lengthy to do list in my head.

Now, the next to get ready was to refresh myself. I tilted my head towards the shower stall; it was standing over on the left side, like it was calling to me to take a shower. Making my way over there, a thought accrued to me.

“Shit,” I muttered, as I gazed into the shower stall. I have no clue how to turn this bad boy on. I have a feeling it was going to take me forever to figure it out. My head was facing the grey and blue tile floor, when my head started to hurt. It was a slight pain that only occurred for a Nano second and then went away. In replace of the pain, I remembered how to turn on the shower.

“What just happened?” I said to myself.

How could I have remembered to turn on this shower? When in fact, I have never seen this shower before!

Things are getting stranger by the second; I pushed the thought aside as I took off her clothes. I know what you are thinking … Louis why aren’t you checking yourself out in the mirror? You said in an interview once, if you woke up in a girl’s body that you would check yourself out. My answer to your question is, one, I didn’t think it would really happen and, secondly, right now I don’t have the time. Though, truth be told, I will probably check her out later. When I have the time … maybe.


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After a long while of taking a shower, finding a cute outfit (which was harder than it looked), and eating breakfast, I headed over towards Bailee’s work. By some coincidence, I remembered what place she worked at. Apparently, she worked at a place called Tom and Ryan’s and it was off of Nutter Street.

Somehow, I knew where this “Nutter Street” was. I can’t explain how I get this information, but when I don’t seem to know. I would get a slight headache, and then I would know everything about the topic or answer to someone’s question. It was bizarre and yet cool at the same time.

I pulled up Bailee’s car into a parking spot. The automobile was a small Toyota. Too tiny for my taste.

Nervously, I bit my lip wondering if I was at the correct place. To me, the work place looked like a repairing shop for automobiles. If so, I was not wearing the appropriate attire. My ensemble was a colourful T-shirt, purposely ripped jeans, and a necklace (I couldn’t find anymore accessories in her room, even if it was “organized”).

“Here goes nothing,” I whispered to myself, before opening the door and stepping out. I was taking everything in. All of this was new to me, but in Bailee’s head this place wasn’t new. Like for instance, how I know for a fact that Mr. Cain has an appointment this morning at ten o’clock and he is always on time.

How did I know that?

I shook my head not believing any of this. This must be a dream … or a nightmare.

“Hello Bailee,” a new voice said. The voice belonged to Mr. Tom himself.

“Hi Tom,” I answered him, before I could fully understand how I knew that.

Bailee knows him. That’s why you know his name …

What the hell?!

I glanced all around me trying to find the source to the voice. I probably looked like a fool.

Mr. Tom’s facial expression held concern. “Bailee, are you alright?”

My breathing had increased from hearing the feminine, kind and tender voice. The palm of my hands was beginning to sweat. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine.”

He squinted his eyes, not believing a word I said. “Okay, well, I was to inform you that Mr. Cain came in earlier than expected. I think you should head over towards the garage where Julian is.”

Julian … I remember him. Bailee’s mom mentioned him.

There was an awkward silence between us. “Okay,” I finally replied.

“Well, I will be heading that way, then,” I stated, and started heading towards the garage. Before turning the doorknob, I could hear music blasting from inside. I couldn’t quite hear what song it was, but I could tell it was in the rock and roll genre. I opened the door revealing a few vehicles parked and a person who was working underneath one of the cars. The person was singing along to the song “Sweet Home Alabama”. A bit out of tone, he was. The only thing you could see was his converse shoes and his legs sticking out. The noise of the song was blaring in my ears, I didn’t think it was loud, but to Bailee’s ears. It was agonizing.

I stomped over towards the studio system and pressed the power button. I needed to think or at least hear myself … oh gosh, was I thinking this way? I don’t think so, I love to crank up the music like this guy does. When the music was gone, the person pulled out from underneath the car and started cursing, “What the hell! Why did you-”

His arguing erupted, his dark brown eyes stared at me. Or again, at Bailee. My eyes grew two inches, recognizing who this guy was. Julian Walters.

“Bailee,” he gasped, quickly he got up from the ground. He dropped his wrench while doing so, causing some ruckus. This is Julian?

I stared at him. Boy, I would be lying if I said he wasn’t attractive. But, I felt uneasy as I felt him gazing over Bailee’s body, which I was in. My arms were across my chest not knowing what to say to him.

“Hi,” he said, “Um, I’m so sorry about last night.” He placed his hands together like if someone was praying, grease stains were on his hands.

What happened to Bailee last night? I want to know!

Will you calm down? You will learn very soon, it’s just the brain is processing that you are in Bailee’s body.

There’s the voice again! It was the same voice from earlier, and when I woke up. This is getting very eerie, each step I take.

“Bailee, are you okay?” Julian asked, he placed his hand upon my arm.

I nearly jumped out of my skin. Maybe, that’s how I got into her body! Wait, no. The theory doesn’t make any sense. “Yeah, I’m okay,” I stated, almost believing it myself. I have said so many times today to Bailee’s mom and Tom.

“Alright,” he commented. He pulled his hand away from me, causing me to feel comfortable again.

Then, he glanced down at me. “Why are you wearing that?”

“What do you mean?” I snapped back, unintentionally.

He was taken aback for a moment by my sass. “Well, you don’t normally wearing an outfit like that especially in this work environment,” he explained, slightly smirking.

Great, he liked my sassy remark. Not good. I need to get out of here.

“Good point,” I said, “I guess I will have to at least change my shirt.”

I turned to leave, but before I could go. He grabbed my arm, “Wait, you could wear my shirt if you would like.”

Oh my gosh. He is clearly trying to show off. He wanted a reason to take off his shirt.

“No, thank you,” I responded, trying to go somewhere. Anywhere, but here.

“No, it’s alright. I will be fine,” he said, trying his best to convince me. It isn’t going to work.

“No, really, I’m fine,” I claimed, as I was slowly pushing his hand off my arm.

“Are you-”

“Ow! I feel good, na na na na na na na,” a ringtone was playing. I felt something vibrate in my pocket.

Yes, I’m saved!

“Sorry, Julian, but I have to take this call.”

Before he could responded, I went back to the way I came in. I closed the door and took the call. I wanted to praise the person who saved me from a boy who has a crush on Bailee … when I’m not Bailee.

“Yeeeellow,” I answered, smiling and happy as can be.

“Who the hell is this?!” a british male voice exclaimed, “And what have you done to me?!”

My smile disappeared from my face.

Oh no. Hell is about to break loose.

Notes

Hello, everyone.

I can't believe I have updated this again in three days, but I guess you can say I got some inspiration from going to the One Direction concert on tuesday this week. It was amazing. Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this new chapter. :D It's getting very interesting now.

And I wanted to let you guys know I will be leaving tomorrow for vacation. I might check up a few times or maybe write, but I wanted to let you know. :)

Thank you Waiting, IWantOneDirectionInMyPants, and HazzaFan for commenting! I'm so glad you are enjoying it! Thank you everyone for subscribing and voting. :DD

Comments

This is an awesome story. Keep up the work

Can't wait for the next update
PLEASE KEEP GOING!! D:
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9/10/13
Don't stop writing I want to know what happens
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6/22/13
NEXT UPDATE IS WHEN?!!? I LOVE IT
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6/22/13